Lucretia looks to Lup for guidance, and, lo and behold, she is puckering up like she's about to go in for a kiss. Her mouth is very firmly pointed toward the camera though, if not on a slight angle. Lucretia fails to see what exactly is hot about such a gesture, but she copies it nevertheless. Maybe this is just a silly human joke, or–)
Oh, (she says, her feathers ruffling up a little,) I get it, it's– supposed to look like a duck bill, when you do that.
(The whole thing is so stupid she dissolves into laughter, still pressed tight to Lup's side, her arm practically around her.)
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Lucretia looks to Lup for guidance, and, lo and behold, she is puckering up like she's about to go in for a kiss. Her mouth is very firmly pointed toward the camera though, if not on a slight angle. Lucretia fails to see what exactly is hot about such a gesture, but she copies it nevertheless. Maybe this is just a silly human joke, or–)
Oh, (she says, her feathers ruffling up a little,) I get it, it's– supposed to look like a duck bill, when you do that.
(The whole thing is so stupid she dissolves into laughter, still pressed tight to Lup's side, her arm practically around her.)